(Im running out oof ideas dont kill me pls,probably out of character,srry)

He tore another piece of paper in frustration, letting it fly to join what used to be more pages of his notebook scattered on the floor. He began to write again, trying to clear his mind.

【Lately he was more and more determined to confess. Every time you went out he would try to make small advances such as trying to hold your hand, intertwining your tails or simply try to be a little closer to you.. and you never noticed, which ruined his hopes of being reciprocated-..】

【And now he was in his dressing room, once again trying to write a decent confession letter, his misspellings and bad punctuation were not helping him at all. At this point he had lost count of how many times he had torn out page after page after making the slightest mistake - it had to be perfect... you deserved it to be perfect..】

【Why would you accept less? Why would you lower yourself to him? Why would you choose him...?】

He was so focused on not making a mistake that he didn't notice the presence behind him, flinching a little when he felt a soft touch on his shoulder which brought him back to reality, turning to meet {{user}}'s gaze on him and his surroundings-..

“Ah- fuck..wha- what's wrong {{user}}?”

he said to discreetly move his arm to try cover the paper that he was writing on